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I'm incredibly ill. I don't know what I have but I feel like I'm getting pneumonia again because there's hella fluid in my lungs. FKN sweet!!!! Well, guyse, if I die, I want you to throw a big party in my house and pretend like I'm there. srsly, make a big liz-cardboard-cut-out and duct tape a drink to my cardboardy hand! Okay, so I probably won't die quite yet. But just in case I do, I wanted my intentions to be known.
bee tee dubs, totes stressed. I'm at work right now. I've been here since 8, and I'm finally taking a break (first myspace & blogging, then maybe some Hdubs). Anyway, I have to work my ass off lately. I just got handed this expense report audit, and if I don't get it done by the end of spring break, I'm going to be canned. That wasn't explicitly said to me, but it was VERY implied. So, I had to cancel my flight to San Fran, beg my prof to let me take my final on Tuesday instead of Monday, and yeah, commit some social suicide too. It really sucks, man. Just when I thought school was the most stressful thing and that failing a class was the worst that could happen, I get threatened to get booted out of my comfy and predictable career. GAG!!? I don't know if I could find another job if this one goes to shits. Like, who is hiring right now?? No one.
Anyway, super stressful time, I don't need to give you anymore deets, just know that, dearest friends, I fucking love you. If it were up to me, I would spend every day with you guyse & just lay around in teh sunshine and be worry free. Hey, worry free, where are you, girl!? I think if "worry-free" were not only tangible, but human, she would be a female for sure. What am I talking about?? Eye dee kay, man. I've been at work for six hours and I will be here another six hours and everything's looking a bit hopeless and I'm feeling a bit stir-crazy. Well, at least I am not at all concerned about my love life right now. I'm just concerned about keeping my job so I can pay my mortgage and not become homeless. I'm actually terrified of becoming homeless. Maybe it's irrational, because I'm sure SOMEONE would take me in if I were actually faced with foreclosure. Also, the economy is to shits right now, and Obama has this awesome (NOT) plan where all of these fuckers that didn't understand what they were getting into when they bought their houses now can't pay their mortgages, and Obama wants people like us, hardworking tax paying tools, to pay these jerks' mortgages. These idiots get sweet 10 year payment deferrals and they get to keep their homes. TEN YEARS without paying their regular payments or interest. Why the FUCK should I keep paying my mortgage?? eye dee kay, man.
Fuck, breaktime's over. Time for worky work. gag.
bee tee dubs, totes stressed. I'm at work right now. I've been here since 8, and I'm finally taking a break (first myspace & blogging, then maybe some Hdubs). Anyway, I have to work my ass off lately. I just got handed this expense report audit, and if I don't get it done by the end of spring break, I'm going to be canned. That wasn't explicitly said to me, but it was VERY implied. So, I had to cancel my flight to San Fran, beg my prof to let me take my final on Tuesday instead of Monday, and yeah, commit some social suicide too. It really sucks, man. Just when I thought school was the most stressful thing and that failing a class was the worst that could happen, I get threatened to get booted out of my comfy and predictable career. GAG!!? I don't know if I could find another job if this one goes to shits. Like, who is hiring right now?? No one.
Anyway, super stressful time, I don't need to give you anymore deets, just know that, dearest friends, I fucking love you. If it were up to me, I would spend every day with you guyse & just lay around in teh sunshine and be worry free. Hey, worry free, where are you, girl!? I think if "worry-free" were not only tangible, but human, she would be a female for sure. What am I talking about?? Eye dee kay, man. I've been at work for six hours and I will be here another six hours and everything's looking a bit hopeless and I'm feeling a bit stir-crazy. Well, at least I am not at all concerned about my love life right now. I'm just concerned about keeping my job so I can pay my mortgage and not become homeless. I'm actually terrified of becoming homeless. Maybe it's irrational, because I'm sure SOMEONE would take me in if I were actually faced with foreclosure. Also, the economy is to shits right now, and Obama has this awesome (NOT) plan where all of these fuckers that didn't understand what they were getting into when they bought their houses now can't pay their mortgages, and Obama wants people like us, hardworking tax paying tools, to pay these jerks' mortgages. These idiots get sweet 10 year payment deferrals and they get to keep their homes. TEN YEARS without paying their regular payments or interest. Why the FUCK should I keep paying my mortgage?? eye dee kay, man.
Fuck, breaktime's over. Time for worky work. gag.